Tegwedd Matthews
I woke this morning to a phone call from my Dad letting me know that his mum / my Granny had passed away. I was kind of expecting the news soon and knowing that Dad doesn’t generally call me at 6.45am that it was going to be about that. To be honest it hadn’t affected me at first and carried on with my day feeling slightly sad but not sure how to react. My first instinct was to head to my computer and hunt around for some old photos of when we were all last together. I found this corker from Dad’s 60th in 2008 when Granny was in a much better state of health. The photo shows me, Aunty Liz, Dad (with crazy hair), Granny and my sister Liz. Good times!
I’ve been thinking about it all day and kept referring to these photos. The last time I saw her was when she was recently ill with pneumonia in Weston-Super-Mare hospital – I popped in after smashing myself up on the trails. I guess I was there to say goodbye really but it really was a horrific experience for her and for her loved ones to observe her in such a fragile state. I still remember her eyes completely lighting up when I said I’d been to Wales mountain biking! Originally from Pontypridd she met my Granddad in Colerne during a posting in the war. We only found the latter out when we were together at Dad’s 60th – this generation didn’t seem to spill the beans as much really and just got the fuck on with things. It just so happened that we were looking at Colerne from the view out the back of the Quarrymans which sparked off a fascinating story of how they met. A sad day.
And one last photo to remember her by.
